Have you ever wondered where the handshake came from...well, I will let you know. If you watch kids on the playground, in your home, at daycare...wherever kids are at it will become quite obvious. When kids meet, the like to lift their shirts and show off their belly buttons. It doesnt matter if it is a boy or girl, black or white, short or tall and skinny or fat. Not only do they like to show you their belly buttons, they like to touch them. They start with touching their own, then they like to reach over and touch their new friends. Sometimes they will reach across and touch each others at the same time. At that point their arms cross each other, just like in a handshake. At some point in time, it was decided that it is improper to touch anothers belly button and it would be more prudent to touch hands instead. I'm thinking it was a women that decided this. Why do I think this you ask, because when was the last time you saw a woman slap another woman on the butt...guys dont give it a second thought....women get appalled.
Here is a funny story from the other day. After daycare the kids usually get some juice and a snack. Their snack for the day happened to be some pretzels and raisins. When I got home from work, Wes was still carrying around a few raisins in his little mits. Why he didnt eat them and was saving them for later I do not know. I like to lay down on the floor and play with the kids while Diane makes dinner or gets into a discussion why I am laying on the floor and not putting an addition on the house or something similar. Wes comes over and starts playing around. He lifts up my shirt and starts poking my belly button. I dont give it a second thought since he is just saying hello and they both like to do it. About fifteen minutes later after Wes was done and had moved on to help out in the kitchen Mia comes over and starts playing with my belly button. She starts saying raisin, raisin, raisin...I'm like, yeah you had raisins for snack. Well, lo and behold, she reaches into my belly button and takes out a raisin. This cracked Diane up. Well, for the next few days Mia would come over lift up my shirt, play with my belly button and say raisin, raisin, raisin...
I dont know about other places, but here in Denver we have been inundated with ED ads. I bet there is one at every series of commercials. My favorite lately has been the little blue pill ad, viagra, with the guy walking down the street, window shopping or on his way to the doctor. He starts a conversation with his reflection on whether he is going to talk to his "doctor" about his little problem. Now stop and think about it for a second, this guy is going to see his doctor about not being able to get a woody and is talking to an imaginary friend who happens to be himself. He obviously has more pressing issues and really should be seeing a psychologist about getting a padded room and a little white jacket.
Guess I got off onto a tangent, according to Diane, this is all about the kids....did you know that the toilet locks also work on blonde girls named Diane....she couldnt get the lid open because it had a toilet lock...maybe I should put one on every toilet, at the very least, it will stop her from clogging the toilet every few days.
Tale of the tsunami....makes you stop and think, what the heck now. Denver doesnt have tsunamis. Diane was acting crazy again, trying to snap me with the towel, running around waving her arms around like Bruce Lee, making crazy karate kids sounds. She stops midstream and says "I'm fast, I'm like a tidal wave" I'm like, tidal waves arent that fast. If you are a tidal wave, then I am a tsunami. She is like, nuh uh...I'm a tsunami. I said, you cant steel my ideas. I then told her there is no way you are a tsunami. You are a big rock, no you are a big flat rock, then expanded to, you are a big flat rock on level ground. That is the speed of Di. So if Diane asks who is more like a tsunami, you will have the whole story and not just her convoluted version about personality.
What is up with the kids? They like to run around like Indians at a camp fire. Wes likes to hit and bite. He spends his evenings, at least most of them, in time out for various offenses. They both go up and down the stairs without any real problems. Their vocabulary increases more and more each day. They know a lot of their colors. A few weeks ago they were both playing with the activity cube. It has bent wires with beads, and all kinds of other activities on it. All of a sudden they both started pushing beads from one side of the wire to another and counting. Simultaneously, they started counting...one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ten....me and Diane looked at each other and said wow, I didnt know they could count to ten. Then I said, yeah, but I'm pretty sure they skipped nine.
They have both been in toddler beds since they were about 16 months old and stopped falling out after about two weeks. They are still really good sleepers and sleep for ten hours a night. I cant believe they are also still taking two hour naps in the afternoon every day. I'm trying to teach them their left and right. We just started to try and get them potty trained. They have had their potties for a few months now but never really tried to get them to use them. Since daycare doesnt try to potty train them until they enter toddler two, we didnt think it productive to put a lot of effort into it. Mia has pee pee'd into hers a couple of times and Wes took a duce this past weekend. Now wont you really be looking forward to future blogs and hearing about them using the potty....more toilet stories, they just change from Diane clogging the toilet to the kids.
If you havent heard, my brother David and his girlfriend are expecting a baby boy this February. He didnt bother to call and tell me. My mom called, not me, she called Diane and starts straight into this dissertation of seeing what baby stuff we have left and if we still have the baby blankets and I'm sure several other items. Diane was like, what are you talking about babies stuff for, what is going on. My mom was like, I'm sure you know, if you dont then Chris does...nope, no such luck. Once she spilled the beans, it made a lot more sense. So I figure the only way anyone else is going to find out is via my blog. Congratulations and best wishes to them, even though he didnt bother to tell me. So much for the rich uncle buying expensive Christmas presents every year for the kids.
I think that is enough for now. I will try and post another soon since I didnt write a lot about the kiddos. We will all be home for Turkey Day.
